Rock fish man

Dedicated to my late father xx

Up at four
I hear him go quietly and quick
Out the holiday flat
door he goes
He rushes down to see his mate
And light up one more before the dawn

In distant moonlight I see his
Old worn navy face
And dream of him
As in child's sleep I go
I wonder where my father goes
So early when all kids asleep he knows

He goes out to fish and catch
Those fish so deep
And sometimes on a rock he stands
And feels the surf at his tight
Gripped feet
He'll pull his line in and talk to mate
And wonder if they'll be home
Soon to cook the fish
On the old iron rusty grate

Oh scrumptious fish so fresh so bare
I love you best with butter there
That my father caught today
On wild surf rocks
And in dreams of him
I awake to see
My mother hugging him
As he brings his mornings
Catches in

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[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Dedicated to my dear late father a navy man and amateur fisherman and a wonderful dad written about our holidays st Avoca nsw